The smell of wet dogs
reminds me of
childhood and long car trips
returning home
after the weekend
sitting cramped together
on the back seat,
my three sisters and me
I used to be the last one
to fall asleep so I
was a bit annoyed
both because of that
but also because
their heads rested
too heavily on me
Half asleep,
my head against the window,
I had to bite my teeth together
to stop them from vibrating and
tickling my ears,
the brown, bread-like sound
of the news speaker in the radio
tried to snatch me back
from my road to rest
and gave up
a long, boring, happy trip home